So I was thinking, what with all this bird flu get your ass vaccinated we just remade the plague didn't you hear bullshit... where did they tell us Foot And Mouth came from?

I bet it is crazy relevant. Answers on a postcard. So. Today I watched The Sopranos and ate pasta and wrote another song. NOT MY BEAT! Dego's beat. It is quite liberating writing to other folks' music. This one's about how ace I am. I finally did it! Enough of this self-deprecatory bullshit. I am fucking wicked, and that is just plain FACT. Every other rapper in the world has at least three albums worth of material about how ace they are (apart from certain grime emcees I could mention, who have eight bars about how great they are, and nothing else, which they repeat as nauseam every time their mams let them out of their houses). And they all suck! So I should have at least one song. Fuck it, I should have fifty. Come off it! Look at me! I rule! Fuck that! I take myself for fucking granted, really, I do.

You better not, bebbeh. Cos I might not hang around forever. I got stuff to DO! And it might not have to involve you. Catch me in a submarine or some shit, communicating with w(h)ales (?). You can't blog underwater, not so far as I know.